"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it but now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means, but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did.  I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape.

"But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing."

He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer.

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The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil, and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner.

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Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2)

Triggers and smut present.


Submitting

The wallpaper looked interesting. The small little flowers with thin tendrils wrapping and reaching out to the other flowers, sitting against a dark green background. A little faded out, a little unnoticeable until someone looks at them, really looks at them. Maybe because they are bored, maybe because they are a keen observer of the surroundings or maybe just because they want a distraction. 


His face was so close to mine. The slow warm breath fanning my cheeks inhaling me as if I was a flower, a Rose, held in his arms as we danced to the soft melody echoing in the piano room. His well-fitted black suit against my red satin dress. Rustling, touching, brushing against each other. An arm wound around my waist, hand reaching to the small of my back, another gripped my palm in his. Small baby steps. Left, right, sway, back, front, round. 


The wall is so pretty. So interesting. It should be enough to help me drift away and not be here. Not at this moment. The wall. 


Dance